You can be the
strongest amongst many but it only takes one person to break you. Each year I
end it thinking a change is going to come. It had to come.

Only the last eight years I’ve clearly offended the devil somehow as he’s
decided to pile some form of crap on my shoulders since the year I turned
eighteen. Loss, betrayal, fears - I have been through it all. Life can change
in an instance, ripping out your heart and soul and leaving you the shell of
the person you once were. A shell that simply cannot be fixed.

After years of
suffering from the loss of her mother and the betrayal of two men, Amelia
thought she was damaged for life. Ruled by anxieties and self-help remedies of
Tequila chasers with her best friend, Amelia settled into her new life at the
coast and a job she loved.

Men were never again on her radar. They hurt her in every possible way. That
was until she found herself in the arms of a stranger. His generosity was
foreign to her; his ability to make her trust was overwhelming.

Finally, as her life
took a turn for the better, Amelia could see a future and a possibility of a
happy ending she so desperately craved.

However, like her past,
everything changes in an instant, and how would she survive if it should come
crashing down around her.

He takes two strides
towards the door and I feel a little triumphant that I’ve won this battle, only
it’s short lived. He slams it shut and thrusts me against it, our lips a breath
a part as he locks his eyes on mine and places his arms either side of my head
to cage me in. My body stiffens instantly. His voice is low. “Do you have any
idea how sexy you are when flustered? The way your neck turns every shade of
pink and your eyes dart everywhere.”

“It’s people like you
that make me flustered.”

His brows furrow as his
eyes search over my face. “Do I intimidate you, Amelia?”

“What do you want from
me?” I whisper in a rush.

He studies me for a few
seconds before he speaks. “I have rules too. First: I never lie. Giving you
wrong information about me and not telling you the whole truth are two
completely different things altogether. And second: I go out with who I want
regardless of who they are or where they work. You intrigue me, Amelia, there’s
something about you I want.”

“You’re a man. All you
want is a free pass to a woman’s panties,” I hiss. My mind is in spirals from
his words, and his proximity is too much. My own panties are most likely ruined
as my body fails me from loving every goddamn part of this. I’m craving his
lips to touch mine—to whisk me away from normality just like they did the first
time.

“If a free pass was on
offer right now, I’d rather have it to get to know you. I think you’d want that
too—to be freed from whatever lies behind those eyes.”

“You don’t know
anything about me!” I snap. My legs quiver as my body fights hard against my
emotions. I’m clearly easier to read than I thought and if he knows of my want
for freedom, what else does my body language tell him?

“I know enough. I want
to know the real Amelia Weston,” he murmurs as I swallow down the ball of tears
that’s on the verge of spilling.

“Well, you’re out of
luck. She fucked off a long time ago.”

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Unworthy Of
You (The Spring Rose Bay Series #2)

Photographer: Lindee Robinson
Photography

Cover Designer: Najla Qamber Designs

Models:Andrew Kruczynski and Chelsey Nicole

Life has a way of
bringing you down when you least expect it; it can leave you vulnerable and
lost, no matter your age.

For years, I've lived
inside a world filled with darkness and demons. Trapped by grief and solitude,
I've surrounded myself with work and privacy, thinking that's all I've needed.

Then, one night, she
changes everything.

One ridiculous drinking
game...

One extraordinary
kiss...

I want her in my bed—I
just have to find a way to prevent it from happening, because I don't deserve
to share my world with another.

I shouldn’t even be contemplating what
my mind is thinking right now because there’s a reason why I keep a wall
between my work and home life, but before I have chance to stop myself, I bend
down and pick up her bags.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

I continue to walk towards the car
park.

“Andrew?”

Taking the key fob from my jacket
pocket, I unlock my black Audi, opening the boot before placing her bags in.
“Get in the car.”

“Why?” she questions.

“Is that really a question you need to
ask? You’re staying with me.”

She doesn’t seem too enthusiastic. She
doesn’t even look thankful. Instead her stance instantly reverts to that
confident blonde that’s never too far away as she stands with her hands on her
hips. “You treat me like shit, Andrew,” she says, eyes wide and full of fire.
“Our friends are getting married, for Christ sake, and you treat me like
absolute fucking shit!”

“I know. I treat everyone like that.”

“No, just me.”

She’s right, and I loathe myself for
it, but it’s just too easy with her sometimes. I exhale, wanting to try and
make up for the way I’ve been. “Will you please just get in and let me help
you?”

“No. I don't need your pity.”

I’m surprised at how calm I am
considering she’s being so fucking awkward. “I’m sure you don’t, but you do need
a bed for the night and as much of an arsehole as you think I am, I'm not going
to see you out on the street when I have a spare room. Now get in the car before I make you walk.”

“I don’t need your charity either.”

“Get in the car, Megan.” Our eyes hold
each other’s in a fixed stare. She’s protesting. The woman even has the nerve
to tap her foot. “Jesus, do you want me to drag you? Because I will. Now. Get.
In. The. Car!”

She lets out a sharp huff and stomps to
the vehicle like some stroppy teen that’s just had her phone taken off her,
getting in and slamming the door. I shake my head and exhale as I look up at
the stars wondering what the hell I’ve just let myself in for. “So, help me,
God.”

Getting in, I fasten her seatbelt,
tugging it tight to make her gasp. “There, that wasn’t so difficult, was it?” I
say in a sarcastic tone that makes her brows rise.

“I still think you’re an arsehole.”

“Yeah, and you’re still the most
infuriating woman I’ve ever met.”

Kate
has lived in South West England her entire life just on the edge of Dartmoor
where the moorland goes on for days. It's beautiful, breath-taking and
occasionally rather wet.

She
is a dyslexic author and finds things challenging which often leads to banging
her head against the wall or searching for vodka.

Kate
loves anything creative, her college years were spent in the art room, she has
numerous qualifications in advanced nail art and as well as writing her passion
is photography.

She
probably swears way more than she should and must be the only woman in history
to hate clothes shopping. I know, right?!